[With Riley out of the picture, and with Santana and Stephen barely a thought in the back of his mind, Mephisto allows himself a moment to feel his pain. A groan, agonizing as it is, rips itself from his throat. Briefly, he considers retracting his wing -- localize the area to whatever space it took up against his back.
But it doesn't go anywhere. He feels one wing slip away, back to the void it rested in, but the other one remains limp in the water.]
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But it doesn't go anywhere. He feels one wing slip away, back to the void it rested in, but the other one remains limp in the water.]